Like, maybe five-foot nothing, dripping wet.
Ba-dum-DUM!! Thanks, folks, I’ll be here all week, tip your waitress.
I was thinking about humor and stress today, a familiar subject. I’ve probably said it before (I’m too tired to do a search and as I said, time is short) but I love “M*A*S*H” and I love the character of Benjamin Franklin Pierce. I love the central theme of how they used outrageous, insane humor in a horrifying, unbelievably batshit crazy situation to avoid going insane themselves.
Which, of course, always leads to the memory that, in the end, Hawkeye did go over the edge and have a nervous breakdown.